How Not To Date a Bear (6 page)

She eased him down on the tangled blankets and went to get her cream.

She did feel sorry about laughing at him, but -- she snickered again as she thought about his poor bear shape, and how skinny and pitiful it looked.

Yeah, that was her fault entirely. So she had to at least help ease his discomfort.

When she came out of the bathroom, he was sitting with his elbows on his knees, looking quite pitiful once more.

“Why the long face?” she asked, then chuckled as he glared at her from under his long eyelashes. “Seriously, you having problems at work or home?”

“It’s complicated,” he sighed.

“You are not married, are you?” she asked, suspicion rearing up its ugly head. “Because I refuse to be the other woman. I’ll kick your ass on her behalf.” She was suddenly so pissed that she fisted her hands and had to resist the urge to smack him a good one. “You are married, aren’t you?”

Before she could work up a good head of anger, he shook his head. “Not married. Never even close.”

“Oh.” She looked down at the tube of cream and winced when she saw that she had squeezed the tube until the cream was oozing out of the top.

Shrugging her temper off like a worn coat, she walked over and climbed onto the bed behind him. She wiped the leaking cream from the tube and began to rub it into his irritated skin. The heat coming from him was magnificent.

She grinned as he moved closer, the massage becoming less medicinal and more sensual as she moved down his shoulders and back.

“Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, non-shifter wise. We learned a lot about shifters in the compulsory course in school, and I remember most of it was bunk. I know that the moon or anything doesn’t control shifting. And I know that shifters come in complicated clan structures. So is there something complicated going on in your structure?”

“Besides the fact that you shaved it free from all hair, locking in my humiliation until however long it takes to grow my hair back, just a small territorial dispute that I can’t be at right now.”

Gillian winced at that. She had no idea how being shaved would effect a dispute, but she was responsible and it was making her feel really bad. “I didn’t know that there were Polar Bears in the territories. I heard that all the major shifter clans here were Grizzly and Brown Bears.”

“There aren’t. We are Russian.”

“You told me that last night, and I figured your parents were from Russia. When you speak English, you barely have an accent.”

“I traveled a lot,” he muttered, “with my family when we were young. I had to learn the family business, and shifters start their education at a young age.”

“So this complicated territorial thing you have to be at?”

“Yeah?”

“Required you to be in bear form. And because I got carried away last night, you can’t be there. Is your leader going to come down on you?”

“I doubt it,” he snorted.

“Your father then? You said it was family stuff --”

“I am the leader,” he admitted, and Gillian’s hands froze.

“I snagged the leader of a Polar Bear clan who is immigrating from Russia?”

“
Da
,” he answered, his Russian accent thick and deep.

“Oh, God, I am so sorry.” Now she felt extra bad. She hoped and prayed that she had not ruined a meeting for him and his people.

Her true regret must have shown on her face because he was reaching for her and pulling her into his lap. “It’ll be fine,” he admitted. “My second is going in my stead, and he will report back to me. We are not uncivilized. I am sure if there is an issue, I can get them to postpone our meeting.”

“But it would have been taken care of if it wasn’t for me.” All it took was someone to show her forgiveness about what she had done and the guilt would come pouring out. Now guilt was eating her alive as she sat in his naked lap and looked up at him.

He seemed to understand she was genuinely remorseful. She got a hairless version of his usual bear hug and snuggled into his chest.

“I am supposed to be comforting you,” she muttered, relaxing a little as his huge paw of a hand began to rub small circles on her back.

“You are naked,” he pointed out.

“I know that.” She chuckled, smiling as her burden eased a bit now that she had expressed her guilt. “So are you.”

“And you want to comfort me?” he asked, his smile looking sly.

“In any way possible.”

“Then fuck me.”

They paused only long enough for Declan to retrieve and don another condom. Then he was positioning Gillian right back in his lap, grinding up into her pussy with his latex covered shaft.

God, one smile from this man -- he could turn her on with only a wink and a smile.

She wanted him. She needed him deep inside her.

She remembered the night before with a sense of awe and accomplishment. She took all that fat cock inside of her and tamed it. She wanted to feel the power of him once more.

She reached between them and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. She rubbed him and groaned as she felt her body’s wetness flow for him.

Declan had both hands at her waist, supporting her as his eyes took in her body perched over his.

She ran one hand up his bare chest to tweak at his nipples before she leaned forward and took one into her mouth. He hissed as his hand clenched tightly before he fell backwards onto the bed, lying prone beneath her.

“Mmm,” she whispered softly, pulling away from one nipple to nip at the other. “You taste good.”

“I taste shaved,” he grumbled but his body did arch under the stimulation as she bit down on his nipple in retaliation.

“Oh?” She arched an eyebrow and let her hand wander over his chest.

Declan hissed from between clenched teeth, and she felt his cock harden further in her hand.

“Sensitivity has some bonuses,” she pointed out before she began to sink down on his hardness.

Declan’s eyes fluttered shut as she rested both hands on his chest for balance.

“You like that, yes?”

Declan refused to answer so Gillian took matters into her own hands. She gently raked her nails over his chest, being sure to graze his nipples. Declan hissed and arched beneath her, his eyes slamming shut as he shuddered.

“Oh, yeah,” she purred.

“Shut up and fuck me,” he snapped back, and with a smile, Gillian did just that.

She leaned down, letting her hair run over his sensitized chest as she rocked back and forward, not up and down, grinding him inside her, sending tingles through her pussy as she teased.

“Gillian!” he whined, opening desperate green eyes to her. “Please, baby?”

His pleading tone went straight to her groin. She leaned over farther, pressing her swinging breasts into the hot skin of his chest as she rose up a little and slammed down.

“Uris, yes!” he hissed. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good and hard!”

Her guilt behind her, Gillian began to ride her lover, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of his fat cock filling her to the brim. Her clit was pressed into his smooth groin by her position, and her breasts pressed against his hard nipples. She inhaled, taking in the scents of sex and vanilla that always seemed to cover him. Ohh, so good, she thought, her body quivering over his. It felt so good to be on top, to hold him down, to take her pleasure from his willing body.

Her eyes popped open as his hands dropped to her ass, clenching the soft cheeks and squeezing in time to her thrusts. She moaned loudly, pulling up enough to nuzzle into his neck, feeling his heat wash over her.

“Got to get deeper,” he breathed, arching up suddenly, sliding backwards onto the bed, his feet flat to the mattress.

“Oh, a back rest.” Gillian sat up and sank fully down on him again. They both groaned at the feeling, and Declan’s hands slid from her ass, around her front to cup her bobbing breasts. He pinched her nipples, tugging them into hard peaks as Gillian leaned back against his knees, her eyes closing as he thrust up.

“Declan!” she gasped, her hands pressing his harder against her breasts. “I like that.”

“Good,” he panted, thrusting again. “I’m going to do it again.”

Declan circled his hips, making his cock hit every spot deep within her before he pulled back and thrust up sharply again.

Gillian was lost in her moaning now, riding her man slowly, letting the erotic feelings fill her. She was on display, she knew, and it only made her wilder. Declan loved to watch her, loved to touch her. He loved to feel her getting off on him. She would give him what he wanted.

She opened her eyes and leaned into his touch, one of her hands sliding down between them to tease her clit while the other ran through her hair, tugging as she began to match him thrust for thrust.

She pressed the hand between them down, rising up so she could feel him slide deep inside. She panted, fire trailing through her labia as she pressed on the stretched skin, collecting the moisture flowing freely from her.

“Taste me,” she demanded, pulling her fingers free and pressing them to his lips.

Growling, he sucked them in deep, his green eyes going black as he laved her fingers with his tongue, sucking every bit of her juices from them.

He rocked up harder and she pressed down, fire shooting up her spine as he sucked her fingers gently. Then her world was spinning and she found herself flat on her back, her legs over his shoulders, and Declan began to pound into her.

“Mine,” he growled, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “Mine!”

And she could only gasp in agreement as he began to pound her hard. Her pussy trembled, giving every thrust a warm, tight welcome as she lost herself in the pleasure of this mating.

Declan was big and powerful, but she knew if she told him to stop he would, that if she pushed him over onto his back he would allow it, that if she demanded that he make her come --

“Make me come, dammit!” she screamed, her hands going to his head to fist his hair. “Fuck me, Declan!”

Growling that low, vibrating tone, he slid one hand between them, pressing his thumb against her clitoris as he ground his hips down deep. Gillian hissed, her head going back, her toes curling, her body dancing helplessly beneath him as wildfire shot through her.

He did it again and again, pressing against all her hot spots until with a mewling cry. Her inner walls milked him, clenching hard around his cock as she arched deeply, her body threatening to shake apart.

Just that face he made looking down at her, the helpless, vulnerably greedy, knowing face, was the edge she needed to tip her into release.

Once the maelstrom running throughout her eased, she opened her eyes to stare up at him, noting his wicked grin as he pressed his chest down against her.

“Can I get mine now?” he asked, his soft voice more accented than usual. “I really want to fuck you through this mattress.”

She generously gave her eager consent. Declan pulled out and flipped her over. She yelped as he gripped her hips and pulled her to her knees.

“What -- Oh!”

Her question was cut off as he sharply slapped one ass cheek, pleasure-pain making her push back against him.

“Oh, yeah,” he muttered, rubbing where he’d popped her, pushing the sting away. “I love the way your ass bounces.”

Then he was sliding in deeper than before, making her quivering pussy spasm around him again as he gripped her hips and pulled her back. If she hadn’t been so aroused and relaxed from her first orgasm, it might have hurt. But there was no pain. He glided in deep on her hot, liquid welcome.

“Oh, fuck me,” Gillian whimpered as he pulled out and slammed in again.

He was so big and masculine above her, and he felt so hot, so hard. He was riding her deep, his hips slapping against her ass, his balls tapping her clit, sending a shot of raw, burning ecstasy at each thrust.

Gillian moved back against him, feeling her body spiral out of control once more.

“
Uris
, baby,” he grunted, dropping to cover her completely, his arms wrapping around her waist.

Gillian could not stop her arch into him any more than she could stop her pussy from trying to hold him deep. The way he hovered made her feel protected, vital, cherished. She loved that feeling, never wanted it to end.

But one of his clever fingers slid down, rubbing around her clit in just the right way.

“Oh, oh. Oh -- Declan!” she screamed as her inner walls clenched around him once more. She felt him swell harder and knew he would be joining her in this release.

“Gill -- Oh,
Uris
, baby,” he managed before he slammed in deep and stiffened, his balls drawing up, his cock swelling to its fullest inside her. Moaning, she felt her climax tear through her, felt the condom fill with heat as he released his seed, felt her mind melt and her world burn to cinders in his embrace.

They both collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs, shuddering and groaning against each other.

After a few moments, he pulled back and she had to grin over her shoulder.

“Wanna do that again?” She chuckled. “I like orgasms on command.”

“You will be the death of me.” He squeezed her in his arms again, burying his face in her hair and sniffing hard.

“But what a way to go.” She relaxed into him, ignoring the fact that they both were hot and sticky. It felt too good in his arms to give this up just yet. She was going to enjoy the afterglow to the fullest.

And when he settled against her, pulling her fully into his embrace, she knew he felt the same way.

Chapter Five

“Why is it that I want to fuck you instead of killing you?” Gillian giggled as Declan lifted his head from his folded arms to glare at her. “I’m being serious here. I have no idea why I’m not trying to wring your pretty little neck instead of nibbling at it.”

“It’s because I’m special.” She spoke softly as she rubbed down his back. “And you know that.” He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. “And not in that mentally challenged way that you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t -- okay, maybe I was.” He snickered. “I am just amazed that you are not freaking out more.”